Cate is in Johannesburg today and has finished the job she had to do early. She went with Hermann and another colleague to a Lion Park where she was mauled by a small Lion. She said it was very cute and she did not mind at all being mauled – and it was probably not really a mauling – more a sharp pawing. So she has been patched up and is on her way home - and tomorrow we leave for Berlin.
I have heard nothing from the printer cartridge people – well that is not quite true – they have sent me some email information about some more products that I could buy and that they could send to Australia – but I guess that they have lost interest in the stuff that I bought and that I will not hear from them again about that for a while – if ever.
I will ask Rozalin to speak to them in a week or so to see if she can muster any enthusiasm on their part – but I think she will be struggling. There is no point in my trying because you can see their standard of English – and my German is worse.
I have broken all previous records for killing the plants on the terrace. One of these was just a pathetic weakling and has thrown in the town completely and turned brown. What a wimp. The other one is no navy SEAL and is certainly on the way out – but may last another month.
This is not for lack of care. I have loved them and nurtured them like they were my own children – which of course they are. I am not sure what I am doing wrong but it is obviously something serious and I am expecting a visit from the Royal Horticultural Society revoking my rights to have plants of any description under my care.
One of the problems is of course is that I know nothing about plants. To me a plant is a plant. You plant it and – it grows – or it dies – it can make the choice as far as I am concerned.
These two have made the choice and next year - if I am allowed - I will give another two the same opportunity.
Cate says she wants another two this summer. I say what would be the point of this? What am I – a mass plant murderer? They will have a picture of me near the Kassa in Dehner. There he is! Killer! Don’t sell him any plants!
The photos are from our courtyards. There are two leading out to our building entrance in Am Heumarkt - which means literally ‘in the Hay Market’. So many years ago our street was probably where the hay market in Vienna was - or not – I have learned that these names do not always mean what they seem to mean and as all the history books are in German well….you know. As always - click to embigiate.
I will probably report from Berlin where we will be for the next five days.